The Dark Thrall Mating Olivia

Chapter Twenty-Two

Everly

I was asleep. I knew that I was dreaming but it didn't feel right. Everything felt hazy and strange and I couldn't seem to figure out what was going on.

"You've got to let me save him." A voice said. It was one that I recognized, though Sam sounded much more worried than I had ever heard him before.

"He's my son, Sam. Abby and I can take care of him." Eli, Micheal's dad said. He was just as worried as Sam was.

"That's not fair and you know it, wolf."

"We're back to wolf now?"

"We are when you don't think the children are mine just the same as they are yours. That's like saying that Drake and Owen aren't Micheal's parents either. That you don't think of the girls as yours."

"Sam, I didn't mean it like that. They're you kids-" Eli said, but Sam cut him off.

"I mourned when Abby lost the baby. I was fucking elated when she gave birth to the girls and I was there when she gave birth to our son. Holding her every step of the way, because she's mine and so are you and the others. So our are children. I'm every bit as much of a parent to him as the others are and you allowed Drake to try to help him." He let out a long sigh that was filled with desperation. "Let me help him. He's my son too."

"Dad, please." Micheal said he was young. A teenager, but he sounded so weak. Weaker than I had ever heard him.

The room came into focus and it was like I was watching them from the corner of the room. It was Micheal's room but it was different from how it was now. There were framed photos of his friends, my parents when they were younger, and others that I didn't know.

A guitar was leaned up against the dresser and there were school books stacked on his desk. A backpack was hanging from the chair behind the desk. It looked like the room of a teenage boy but it was straighter than my brothers kept their rooms. But that was just part of who Micheal was, who he had always been.

Eli turned away from Sam, he looked at Micheal who looked barely fifteen. Young enough to feel his wolf, but not to have shifted yet. I could see hints of the man that he would become, how his long red hair fell into his eyes. "How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to hear Dad S say that he could help me." Micheal said before a coughing fit took away his words. It was painful to watch Micheal like this and I wanted to look away but I couldn't, it was like I was glued to this spot. When his coughing calmed down, he took a gasping breath. "I want him to help me. My wolf feels weak. I don't want to die, I don't my wolf to try and sacrifice himself and he's at that point."

"Mikey, you don't know what he's saying." Eli shook his head as he came to sit on the bed beside Micheal. Sam moved to the foot of the bed but didn't sit down. He was watching Eli and Micheal, his hazel eyes filled with worry.

We were shifters, Micheal wasn't supposed to be sick like this. My parents had told me about what had happened when they were teenagers, how Micheal had fallen ill and for a while they didn't think that he would make it. They hadn't told me more than that, though.

"Eli, he's burning up."

"I know, I just mind-linked Abby and she's bringing Doc." Eli said, running his fingers over Micheal's forehead.

"I'm dying aren't I?" Micheal asked.

"No."

"Yes." Sam said as he glared at Eli. His eyes flicked to a deep shade of red that made me want to back away from him. "Don't lie to him, Eli. We don't lie to our children, we never have."

"My wolf told me already." Micheal said weakly. "I don't want to die, Dad."

Eli looked away and I watched his lower lip tremble. "I don't want that to happen either. But if

Sam helps, you'll be more his son than mine. You'll have a demon like your Dad Owen."

"He'll still be your son." Sam rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his slim chest.

"Dad, I know I'm going to die if he doesn't help me. I won't stop being your son. You're both my dads." Micheal's eyes were glassy with fever and his face was so pale.

"Mikey..." Eli trailed off, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.

"Dad." Micheal started to say but he stopped when the door opened and Doc came into the room. Her thick coal black hair was streaked with gray strands that hung in a heavy braid down her back.

Her big black bag was in her hand as she rushed over to the bed, sitting it down she started looking over Micheal. Her hands moved swiftly beneath his neck and over his face.

Abby came into the room. She looked worn out, but she much like Sam had stopped aging at around thirty. He wasn't willing to let her go and I don't think she minded one bit. She wouldn't be parted from him or any of her other mates. She was wearing leggings and a form fitted black shirt. Her long curling hair was pulled up into a bun and her black-rimmed glasses were perched on her nose.

She rushed over to the bed, standing beside Eli. Reaching for Micheal's hand, she took it into her own and knelt down. She held his hand to her cheek and kissed the back of his palm. "Hi, baby. I brought the doctor for you. She's going to fix you up and you'll be running wild in no time." Micheal started coughing again, the sound was wet and painful.

"Babe, it's time." Sam said, coming closer to stand beside his love.

"No, it's not. Micheal is only fifteen. We agreed when he's older after he's found his mate if he wants to." Abby shook her head and it felt like my heart was breaking for her. The pain in her eyes as she looked at Micheal.

"He's dying. I can smell it. The fever is too much." Doc said and Abby snarled at her.

Sam rested his hand on her shoulder, kneeling down beside her. "Abby, it's time."

Micheal's coughing fit ended and he slumped into the bed. Looking over at Sam. "Do it, Dad S. I don't want to die."

Sam reached out, taking Micheal's hand into his. Eli looked away, his jaw clenching as tears started to fall. "Sam, you'll have to help him."

"I will, every step of the way. I'll be there with him." Sam answered and then everything went black as pain ripped through me. Stealing my breath away as fire consumed every part of me. Hands gripped my shoulders and I heard my name being called. "Everly! Everly, wake up." I gasped, opening my eyes and sucking in great lungfuls of air as I sat up in bed. Micheal brushed my hair away from my face, wrapping an arm around my shoulders he pulled me tight against him.

"What was that?" I asked, my hands shaking as I wrapped my arms around him. Hugging him close to reassure myself that he was okay.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to pull you into my dreams. Sam said that it could happen but I didn't know-" He said, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to pull you in. I didn't think I inherited that from him."

Micheal pressed his lips against my forehead and I climbed into his lap. Needing to touch more of him. This wasn't how I thought that I would be waking up.

"I'm okay." I whispered. "Was that what happened to you?"

"Yes. When Sam gave me part of his demon. It took days, but I survived." His hands stroked up my back and I found myself relaxing into his touch. "I'll call my parents and see what I need to do so that doesn't happen again."

I nodded, toying with the ends of his hair. Having him hold me like this felt so good. I realized that both of us were naked and a familiar scent hung in the air. It was fading but it was there. Leaning back, I looked at Micheal. "Was Sid here?"

"Yes, he stopped by last night. We had some things we needed to discuss." Micheal's lips quirked into a sexy little half smile that made butterflies flare to life in the pit of my stomach.

"Oh yeah? What were they?" I asked, it was strange. Thinking about my best friend, I realized that I still felt the same way about him as I did before.

"How much we're going to enjoy sharing you." He growled and then his lips were on mine, chasing away any thoughts.

Later, I would figure out what he meant. For now, I let out a moan as his hand slipped between our bodies. Guiding the tip of his cock through my slick folds to tease it against my clit.